CHAPTER 97
“There you go,” Hattie said, and turned Georgiana to face the mirror. “You look exquisite. I agree that the tiara was too much though.”
“I’ve never seen you looking so lovely,” Olivia’s eyes welled up. “Bloody hormones,” she muttered and pulled out a tissue.
Georgiana was ready to get married. She stood in the centre of her old bedroom at the Manor and looked at Hattie and Olivia gawping at her. “What?” she said.
“Nothing,” they both laughed.
Georgiana rolled her eyes. “What time is it?”
“Eleven thirty-five,” Hattie replied. “Plenty of time. Shall we have a little glass of champagne?”
“Make mine a large one,” she laughed nervously. “I need it.”
She glanced out of the window and gulped at the sheer enormity of her wedding. There were people everywhere. It was a stunningly
